My first day in Italy - 8th Sept 1986.
Bus to Milan Central station from Malpensa airport - i was sitting behind the driver with my Rucksack on my knees. Police were called out to stop a mass brawl as there weren't enough places on the bus and passengers who couldn't get on started throwing the luggage of those who were on the bus out onto the tarmac....
Arrived late at the station -5 mins till train for Pavia departed, massive unruly queues for tickets. Looking innocent and lost I stopped a guy in uniform who worked there and ended up being taken to the front of the queue -ticket sorted and was escorted to the train and seen on-board with a kiss on the hand (Didn't get his number though
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You have to love the Italians even if they don't queue!
